Dear manikmakina,

Dear manikmakina,

I can't call myself a blogger nowadays. That title belongs to someone who really dedicates time and effort to "mingle & socialize" through the internet and weblogs with others of the same passion. I guess that "passion for blogging" was limited and decreased due to a gruelling work schedule. Or perhaps, it was the homesickness? Perhaps, another of my long list of excuses.

Look, I admit that there came a time wherein I felt obliged to blog for someone, or for an audience. It wasn't my initial purpose. I remembered I don't blog for anyone, but I blog to express. Slowly, I'll try to retrace my steps to blogging again. (Erratum, I won't try, I WILL retrace my steps to blogging.)

Hey, this may be sounding like a ton of cornish cheeseball in the making, or perhaps an emo song playing in the background. But NO, this isn't.

There was also a point in time where I was soo addicted to blogging that I rarely paid attention to my real-life friends. I guess I realized it was becoming awful, that I distanced myself from you. There. I guess I found the answer.

Now that I'm literally thousands of miles away from home, I need you now. I need to express. I need to talk to my manikmakina. I need distraction. I need sanity. I need my flair, I need my blog mojo back.

Are you ready?


Kumakaway,

manikreigun